My Mate

Chapter 2

I couldn’t help the moans that escaped my lips as I gasped for air. Cyrus paused just long enough to toss his clothes aside and pull my dress over my head, exposing my white lace bra and matching thong.

Instinctively, I wrapped my arm around myself to cover up. No one had ever seen me like this before, and a wave of insecurity washed over me. Cyrus shook his head, pinning my arms above my head. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his tongue teasing the tip of my n****e. I gasped at the unexpected action, feeling Cyrus smile against me. Heat pooled between my legs, and I was ready for him—I didn’t want to wait any longer. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, urging me to grind my hips against him. He let out a low growl, an actual growl. Cyrus looked at me, and the color of his eyes seemed to swirl between a deep blue and midnight black. I froze, unsure of what was happening. "We'll talk later," he whispered before pressing his lips against mine, reigniting the fire that had been building within me. "Ready?" he asked gruffly. I nodded, unsure if I could find the words to respond.

Cyrus entered me slowly, a blend of pain and pleasure washing over me. I had expected only pain for my first time, but he paused, allowing me to adjust before sliding the rest of the way in. I gasped at the overwhelming sensation of fullness. Cyrus stilled, closing his eyes. When he opened them again, they were completely black. I barely had time to process it before he began to move slowly in and out. Leaning down, he took one of my n*****s into his mouth, making my back arch in response. “f**k, Cyrus! I can’t—” I trailed off, unable to find the words. He took that as his cue and increased his pace, thrusting faster. “Adelaide, come for me.” That was all it took to send me over the edge.

I felt as if the air had thinned in the room. My vision blurred as I cried out in ecstasy from the pleasure Cyrus was giving me.

Once the tremors of my first orgasm subsided, Cyrus rolled over and lay beside me on the bed. His breathing was slightly quicker than usual, but it was nothing compared to my own gasping breaths.

I lay there in a state of bliss, unsure if I could even move yet. “I guess I need to explain,” he said, pausing for a moment before continuing. “Look, I trust you, and that’s the only reason I’m telling you this: I’m a werewolf.” I couldn’t help but laugh; it was just too absurd. How did he even have the energy to joke at a time like this? As I turned to face him, I noticed his gaze was fixed on me. He wasn’t laughing, though—in fact, there wasn’t even a hint of a smile on his face.

His eyes had returned to that stunning shade of blue. “I’m serious, Adelaide. Humans can’t know about us; it’s crucial that they remain unaware. If anyone finds out you know, it could be dangerous for you. I usually have better control, but something was off tonight. I know you saw my eyes, and for a moment, you looked scared.”

This guy was dead serious. “Your world is full of beings, not just humans.” I could see the sincerity in his eyes, and I knew he was telling the truth. Unsure of how to respond, I remained silent, lying there wrapped in his arms as I drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I woke up to Cyrus getting out of bed. “Morning,” I greeted him sleepily. My body was sore, but it was worth it; I had never imagined that s*x could be so good.

Cyrus sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on his shoes. “I think you’re a great person,” he said, leaning in to give me a soft kiss. “But this isn’t going to work. I’m sorry, Adelaide, I really am.” He walked out of the room, slipping on his shirt as he went. I was frozen in place, my mind racing as tears streamed down my cheeks. Cyrus Snyder did exactly what I had feared—he broke my heart and walked away. This is exactly why I avoid dating. This is why I prefer to be alone.

I chose to call in sick to work today. There was no way I could risk running into him. Instead, I stayed in bed, wallowing in self-pity and tears. Sad romance movies and ice cream became my therapy. I allowed myself this day to feel down, but tomorrow I would pick myself up and get back to living my life. It’s just a breakup, right? Cyrus acted as if nothing had changed. He and his friends would come into the Retro Eat, completely ignoring me. It didn’t take long for him to return to his playboy ways, and he made no effort to hide it from me. Whenever he had another girl with him, he would smirk at me, as if to rub it in my face. I decided that Cyrus Snyder was just an asshole, and I could do better than him.

After a few weeks, seeing him with other girls no longer bothered me. While I still tried to avoid him when I could—there was no need to rub salt in a healing wound—it had been six weeks since Cyrus and I had been together. I had been feeling awful for the past two weeks, and to make matters worse, my flow still hadn’t shown up this month. I couldn’t remember if Cyrus had worn a condom, but I was pretty sure he did. It definitely wasn’t his first time, so I assumed he was prepared.

Questions began swirling in my mind. What if I was pregnant? I would keep the baby—there was no way I would let it grow up the way I did. No matter how difficult it might be, I would ensure it had everything it needed. But should I tell Cyrus? Oh my god, Cyrus is a werewolf! Or was he just lying? Werewolves aren’t real, are they? Panic started to set in. I’ll just go to the doctor, I reassured myself. I’m sure it’s nothing. I tried to calm my nerves.

I’m just feeling unwell, that’s all. I quickly got dressed and drove to the walk-in clinic across town, relieved to find that they weren’t busy. After filling out the paperwork and paying my co-pay, I was called back to an exam room. They conducted a urine test, a blood test, and a complete checkup. The nurse informed me that the doctor would come to discuss the results as soon as they were available.

As I sat in the doctor’s office waiting for the test results, my nerves grew with each passing second. I was hoping it was just a stomach virus or the flu. I had them test me for everything, but something deep down told me it was more than that. Still, I hoped I was wrong. Tears threatened to spill from the corners of my eyes as I tried to take slow, steady breaths. No need to panic just yet; I didn’t know anything for sure. The doctor entered the room, clipboard in hand. “You mentioned it’s been about six weeks since you last had intercourse?” she asked, not looking up from the paper she was writing on. “Y-y-yes,” I stammered. “Well, Ms. Shaw, you’re pregnant.”